POV: MayaThe industrial elevator hummed—a low, mechanical vibration that seemed to settle into the bones of the loft. I stood by the window, watching the rain blur the skyline of Verlaine into soft, shifting grey.Behind me, Léo paced.He didn’t try to hide it. His boots struck the concrete in measured, restless steps, his hands buried deep in his pockets, his jaw set like he was holding something violent just beneath the surface.“The social worker will be here in five minutes,” I said, keeping my voice steady despite the tension tightening in my chest. “He has two hours. That’s it, Léo.”“Two hours is long enough,” he muttered, stopping abruptly. His gaze flicked to Chloe, who sat cross-legged at the low table, completely absorbed in her colouring. “Long enough for him to realize he’s a stranger.”There was something sharper beneath his words. Not jealousy.Possession.“I don’t like him in this space,” Léo added, quieter now. “This is our anchor. Letting him in feels like… contamin
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